listen up earthen colors
too late
your laughter eats the sun for rabbits for chameleons
grasp my body between two long lines when famine becomes light sleep sleep we feel so
heavy blue antelope atop glacier we feel heavy ear inside the boarderland’s beautiful
stones— listen to the stone
old cold fishermen on the new letter discover girls balancing on the tightrope and the
cotton candy spinning where bottles are big as white parasols listen roll roll red
in the colonies
remember how the washed-down pharmacy smelled old cleaning woman
green horse and grains
cornet
cries flute
luggage fuzzy
menageries oh saw how
you bite
look horizontal